love drug

Chapter 23

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Bangalore

Desai was sitting in his office. His hands were shaking, holding his black fountain pen. The ink spilling onto the page in furious patterns. The environment of the room was tense to say the least. After doing some digging he found out that the person behind the attack was none other than Kamal.  He was unbelievably mad and confused on why Kamal would do that despite Rocky's warning. Desai knew that Rocky would never let him see another day if he came to know about it and he wanted the exact same. He wrote the truth in this letter in hopes that the right person would find it. He tried calling Rocky but he wasn't reachable so this letter was his only option. Just then Kamal walked in. 

"Are you ready for our meet..." 

"HEY GET BACK YOU ANIMAL" Desai screamed.

"What are you talking about?" he played dumb.

"Don't think I'm stupid. I know your behind the attack, and ill never leave you" 

Kamal began to panic, before he could play denial he had a gun to his head. 

"Don't you dare utter another word, just wait till Rocky gets here and your finished" 

"Please, you have to listen to me" he pleaded but Desai didn't listen.

All of a sudden Kamal pushed him back causing him to stumble a little and drop his gun. He used this as an opportunity to grab his gun from the floor. Now it was Desai who had the gun to his head.

"You can pull the trigger but trust me Rocky will find the truth and he will make sure you suffer" Desai choked.

Kamal just stared at him before pulling the trigger. The bang echoed through the walls before his body fell to the floor. Kamal stared at the puddle of blood that began to soak up the carpet as he watched Desai's now dead body on the floor. He snapped out of his daze when he heard a car roll up to the gate. He ran over to the phone and dialled a number. Once he finished he darted into the bathroom to hide. 

Rocky's car pulled up to the pristine black gates of the Desai mansion. His hand were white, gripping knuckles around the steering wheel, blowing a puff of smoke out of his cigarette. As soon as he put two and two together and found out that Kamal was behind the whole thing, he didn't waste a second before rushing to find him. He had a sneaking suspicion that he would be here. And just as he suspected, he was right here, within the walls of the sleek white mansion. He stepped out the car, crushing his blunt cigarette under his foot before storming into the house. Rocky's gun was loaded in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger. 

"DESAI, DESAI..the man your with tried to harm my Reena. Its best you come out before i find you" he screamed searching the house but was just met with an eerie silence. 

The one you here before a tragedy strikes. He swiftly moved up the stairs, his every step calculated. He noticed a door slightly open, enough to peak his curiosity. His gun which was held up to his chest now pointed at the very door as he carefully pushed the door open with his foot. 

Rocky peaked his head inside and the look on his face was a testament to the shock that ruptured through his veins. He was surprised with the site of Reena's fathers dead body. That too in his own house. He bent down slightly tapping his cheek but was met with no movement in return. He was gone for good. Rocky closed his eyes and sighed. He was too late. 

How was he going to break the news to Reena? 

The questions made his head pound. Rocky suddenly flinched at the sound of a camera click. His head shot up, the piece of card rolling out of the camera. His eyes blurred with rage at the sight in front of him. The man he had spent the last few months searching was now standing right in front of his eyes. Every nerve in his body twitched in pure anger. Rocky's jaw tensed as his fingers curled into fists besides him. He pointed his gun at Kamal, seconds away from pulling the trigger but his voice made him halt.